sanity or whatever

standing at the edge of what might be infinity or sanity or whatever where the lines in a man's forehead crease from time and laughter or sadness and anger but there is nothing to be said but a held breath waiting as long as possible to be released


until everything

more than half of this is walking around finding a maddening amount of chaos in a ea of calm microcosms set up as empires where pawns are played and lost through eyes that value the game above all else but they aren't much just a mote of dust floating in light let in by a … Continue reading until everything